Alba: a Dawnsong
O nurse the dawn and rock the day to sleep,
poetry
Montreal-Est
On Adam street
Protoelizabeth
Amoeba pouts out pseudopods
Epigrammatist
Epigrammatist -- listen to me --
Husband
'I'm glad he is away a lot,'
Insideness
And o the luxury,
Fried Grasshoppers
Eating fried grasshoppers is
Not of the Now
Not of the now
Cats
Impassioned lovers and austere savants,
Gulls and Butterflies
Dune between bay and sea
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